I'm like a motorcycle

It's a strange title I know, but bear with me...

I have been awake for 26 hours. As you all know, this is not unusual and happens on a regular basis. What I am bragging about right now is that I have been home for 1 hour and 10 min and this is what I've done so far:
Did my nighttime routine with Gavin (since I can't do it on the nights I work, he likes it when I get home)
Got Justin up and dressed
Started their eggs and toast
Got the pot roast in the crock pot (including flouring, browning and prepping the veggies)
Fed the kids their breakfast and cleaned each one of them up
Emptied the dishwasher
Did all of the morning dishes including the pot roast stuff (I even put it all away)
Put Gavin in Time out once
Checked my work e-mail and my calendar
Posted to Facebook and here
And finally, I'm enjoying my second cup of coffee (standing of course)

Soooo, to the reason I'm like a motorcycle! If I keep moving, I'll stay upright. If I stop, I'll drop like a stone. As hard as it is, and as crazy as it sounds, right at this very moment, I like my life? Maybe I'm just delirious. Well, I'm starting to sway from standing here at the counter, so until next time... Vroom!

So smart

Well, maybe it's not smarts, but routine. Just now Sesame street ended and Gavin turned off the TV as usual. Then Justin dropped what he had been doing and took off for the stairs. I followed him up and he went straight in to the bathroom. That's exactly where we always go after Sesame Street to brush Gavin's teeth before his nap. That was cool :-) Now they are both in their rooms. Justin is sleeping and Gavin is playing. I have 1 hour and 51 min until Gavin sees the 3 in front on his clock (3pm) and comes back out. :-)

Cleaning?

A couple of days ago Gavin spent 15 minutes cleaning his work bench with baby wipes. He was very thorough and even took parts of it off to get them nice and clean. He was doing this while standing on a layer of toys that had taken over his play room. I asked him if he would continue his efforts and clean the play room and he seemed astounded that I would even ask. Apparently he only cleans on his terms.

Yesterday when he came out after his "nap" he said that he had a surprise for me. We went upstairs and he showed me how "beautiful" his room looked. He had spent his "naptime" "cleaning" it all up. He had shoved everything against the wall under the window. He has a shelf in the closet for the books and a box for the toys, but apparently they don't work. He had also put his laundry basket on the bed to clear off the floor. At least he can appreciate a clean looking floor space. He's getting a real toy box for Christmas instead of an ugly tote.